If Harry has his shirt white
You have yours, black.
If he has jeans that fit,
I know you love cargo pants and do mischief.
The way you danced to music
And the way you winked
Made my heart fall and jump,
Flutter and zip.
It hurts now every time I hear your name.
My heart feels like dying
And my knees keep wiggling.
"On your mark."
My heart just shattered in the pieces.
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My Daily Pill
PoetryA compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced
